This question is frying my brain, please help

Determine the rhyme scheme of the following poem.
XVII

Who will believe my verse in time to come,
If it were fill'd with your most high deserts?
Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb
Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts.
If I could write the beauty of your eyes,
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say 'This poet lies;
Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.'
So should my papers, yellow'd with their age,
Be scorn'd, like old men of less trut

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This question is frying my brain, please help

Determine the rhyme scheme of the following poem.
	XVII
	
	Who will believe my verse in time to come, 	
	If it were fill'd with your most high deserts? 	
	Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb 	
	Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts. 	
	If I could write the beauty of your eyes, 	
	And in fresh numbers number all your graces, 	
	The age to come would say 'This poet lies; 	
	Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.' 	
	So should my papers, yellow'd with their age, 	
	Be scorn'd, like old men of less trut